A/N: To Leelan who mentioned the song choices - All of the songs are prompts provided by the lovely spikkels8, without whom this fic would not be possible! She pretty much dared me to write a fic based off of the cheesiest songs she could think of and this is what I came up with! I have to admit, there have been a few that I didn't even recognize!

Eternal Flame - The Bangles

Trying to ignore the fact that her heart was fluttering with a nervous excitement that was nothing like she had ever felt before. Beca was looking up at her with expectant eyes, and the fingers she had clutched between hers were trembling.

Her mind raced with possibilities. She had to show Beca how she felt. She racked her brain for the perfect song and the seconds raced by before she was finally struck with inspiration.

Close your eyes, give me your hand, darling

She raised their joined hands to rest over her heart - if she was going to go cheesy, she might as well go all the way.

Do you feel my heart beating?
Do you understand, Do you feel the same?

She watched as Beca's blue eyes crinkled at the edges as the younger girl recognized the song; her lips pulling up to reveal perfect teeth

Am I only dreaming, is this burning an eternal flame?

I believe it's meant to be, darling
I watch you when you are sleeping
You belong with me, do you feel the same?
Am I only dreaming or is this burning an eternal flame?

Beca's alto joined her soprano, and she found herself thinking about how good they sounded together. They had sung together a thousand different times, usually with the other Bellas, but none of them had ever made her feel like that night in the showers. Until now. Their voices rose up and blended together, the space between them seeming to grow smaller and smaller as the song progressed.

Say my name, sun shines through the rain
A whole life so lonely
And then you come and ease the pain
I don't want to lose this feeling, oh

Close your eyes, give me your hand
Do you feel my heart beating?
Do you understand, do you feel the same?
Am I only dreaming or is this burning an eternal flame?

As their voices rang out on the last note, she felt the air shift again between them. They were in that cold shower stall again - as soon as the song was over the nerves were back. She could see the uncertainty flood Beca's eyes, and she worried for a moment that the DJ was going to stumble for some excuse about how this was all just a misunderstanding but Beca stayed silent, the look on her face begging Chloe to do something, anything.

Chloe shifted her weight so that she was leaning forward, holding herself just far enough back so that she could still see Beca's eyes.

"Is this ok?"

She felt more than heard Beca gasp. The brunette nodded slowly, her eyes fixating on Chloe's lips.

It was like time stopped.

She could see every color in the kaleidoscope of Beca's eyes, blue and gray blending together in a mesmerizing swirl.

She could feel every part of her that was touching the DJ - their knees brushing where they were kneeling in the leaves, their hands clasped tightly together, their noses ghosting against each other as Chloe leaned closer.

When their lips finally met it was like a shock of static electricity jolting through her body.

She had dreamed for years about what kissing Beca Mitchell would be like, and over time she had begun to worry that she was building it up too much, that actuality could never live up to her expectations.

Only this - this was better.

"So, I hate to interrupt." Fat Amy managed to sound almost apologetic. "But we never got around to lunch, and as much as I love how all of this is turning out; the old bread basket is rumbling." She slapped her stomach.

Chloe stayed were she was, blue eyes locked with Beca's, biting back a laugh.

"Everyone, let's head to the main dining hall, I'm sure Chloe and Beca will catch up."

Chloe had never been more grateful for Aubrey's take charge attitude as she was when she heard the Bellas all grumbling and shuffling back towards the main path.

"So . . ."

"So." Beca smirked.

"What does this mean exactly?"

"It means that we finally did something that I've been wanting to do for the past four years, and only after my ex-boyfriend and a bunch of cheesy pop songs helped me realize I'm in love with you."

There was that word again.

Love.

Beca had said it last night, but Chloe had been too shocked by everything else she had said to really focus on it. Now though, it was right there, hanging between them.

She must have hesitated a moment too long because Beca's smirk fell and stuttered words began tumbling out.

"I mean - I - I do - love you. I just . . . it took me a long time to realize that, so I understand . . . if you need more time - or if you never, I -"

"Bec!" She finally cut in, hands coming up to frame the DJ's face. "This isn't sudden, I had an idea - of how you felt. But I was scared I was misreading things, and I've tried for years to push my feelings down. It's going to take me a minute to get used to being able to say how I feel out loud." She swallowed around the lump in her throat.

"I love you. I've loved you since that day you came back to rehearsals and apologized to Aubrey."

Beca's nose crinkled.

"Really?"

"Really. You weren't really the type of person to come back. But you did, you came back - despite everything - because I asked you to, because you actually cared about the Bellas. Part of me hoped that you maybe cared about me too."

"Of course I cared about you, anybody else would have gotten kicked out of that shower way before we got around to singing their 'lady jam'. I cared, I was just too stupid to see it."

"Well, I was too stupid to tell you how I really felt - I failed Russian Lit three times just to be around you when I should have just told you how I felt."

"Let's just agree that we were both kind of stupid, and that we're through with ignoring our feelings."

"Deal." She breathed, bringing their lips together in a soft kiss. She didn't think she would ever get used to the way Beca's lips moved against hers, like that was exactly where they were supposed to be. She moved closer to deepen the kiss, but Beca pulled back.

"As much as I want continue this, if we stay out here much longer the girls are going to talk."

Chloe shrugged.

"They're going to talk regardless, might as well enjoy ourselves."

Beca's eyes narrowed.

"I feel like this is foreshadowing for our relationship."

"How do you mean?"

"You, talking me into compromising situations."

"Well. . . " she pretended to think about it, inching closer to Beca as she did so. "You aren't wrong."